“They’ll get lost, and that’s the best way to discover interesting places.”
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and then there are days when the simple act of breathing
leaves you exhausted. it seems easier to give up on this life.
the thought of disappearing brings you peace. for so long i
was lost in a place where there was no sun. where there grew
no flowers. but every once in a while out of the darkness
something i loved would emerge and bring me to life again.
witnessing a starry sky. the lightness of laughing with old
friends. a reader who told me the poems had saved their life.
yet there i was struggling to save my own. my darlings.
living is difficult. it is difficult for everybody. and it is at that
moment when living feels like crawling through a pin-sized
hole. that we must resist the urge of succumbing to bad
memories. refuse to bow before bad months or bad years.
cause our eyes are starving to feast on this world. there are
so many turquoise bodies of water left for us to dive in. there
is family. blood or chosen. the possibility of falling in love.
with people and places. hills high as the moon. valleys that
roll into new worlds. and road trips. i find it deeply
important to accept that we are not the masters of this place.
we are her visitors. and like guests let’s enjoy this place like
a garden. let us treat it with a gentle hand. so the ones after
us can experience it too. let’s find our own sun. grow our
own flowers. the universe delivered us with the light and the
seeds. we might not hear it at times but the music is always
on. it just needs to be turned louder. for as long as there is
breath in our lungs—we must keep dancing.
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“That doesn’t make any sense,” Jessica said. “Memory is in our brains. Like, literally stored in the brain; you can see it on a scan. It can’t exist outside of someone’s mind.”
“I don’t know,” John said. “Think of all the places that have … atmosphere. Old houses, sometimes, places where you walk in and you feel sad or nostalgic, even though you’ve never been there before.”
“That’s not other people’s memories, though,” Lamar said. “That’s subconscious cues, stuff we don’t realize we’re noticing, that tells us we should feel some way. Peeling paint, old-fashioned furniture, lace curtains, details that tell us to be nostalgic—mostly things we pick up from movies, probably. I got lost at a carnival when I was four. I never got so scared in my life, but I don’t think anybody’s feeling suddenly desperate for their mom when they pass that Ferris wheel.”
“Maybe they are,” Marla said. “I don’t know, sometimes I have little moments where it’s like there’s something I forgot, something I regret, or that I’m happy about, or something that makes me want to cry, but it’s only there for a split second. Then it’s gone. Maybe we’re all shedding our fear and regret and hope everywhere we go, and we’re catching traces of people we’ve never met. Maybe it’s everywhere."
Remember: The rules, like streets, can only take you to known places. Underneath the grid is a field - it was always there - where to be lost is never to be wrong, but simply more.
As a rule, be more.
As a rule, I miss you.
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it was like obligation or something to love you with whole my heart
i just i wanted you hear me from places where i was killed
ah my heart is both dying and lost in somebody else i don't know
Once upon a time in Ankara
As many of the founders of the Republic originated from the Balkans, the wanted to recreate a Balkan town in the middle of the Anatolian plain. The barrack-like low stone buildings which serve as the new ministries, the pleasant tree-lined avenues, and the houses with their small gardens were all reminders of places only recently lost.
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All I want was to have a peaceful life by doing my job, taking care of my family, enjoy meal after a long day, exploring new places with my loved ones, helping children and old ones, reading lost of books, drawing places I go, feeling sun and rain drops on my skin, making good friends and sharing all my happiness with them. However, being completelly desperate and losing all the things I have, was the only thing I got at the end.
“When you’re not around, even for a little while, I feel like I have to go find you. I just feel this pull to be near you. I want to know what you’re thinking, and what you’re up to, and how you feel. I want to take you places and show you things. I want to memorize you—to learn you like a song. And that nightgown, and the way you get so cranky when I leave my stuff all over the place, and the way you tie your hair back in that crazy bun. You make me laugh every single day—and nobody makes me laugh. I feel like I’ve been lost all my life until now—and somehow with you I’m just … found.”
One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
Lost Places
Some people are
lost in their heads.
Some people are
lost in their hearts.
And some people are
so lost
they find the most
beautiful places;
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"I have lost control over everything, even the places in my head"
The Eighteen Types (of Seducer's Victims)
1) The Reformed Rake or Siren:
People of this type were once happy-go lucky seducers who had their way with the opposite sex. But the day came when they were forced to give this up—someone corraled them into a relationship, they were encountering too much social hostility, they were getting older and
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